Becca sighed wishfully as another set of oversized breasts were plopped in front of her. "Hey Stevie, how's the orchard?" she asked as she started fondling and massaging the mammories before her. "Good! We cleared out about 30 trees. I think I've got two or three in here," she patted her bust as she spoke. Becca was always envious of the whopping melons she milked every day at the farm, and she dreamed about the day she would work in the fields. An apple popped out of Stevie's breasts, shortly followed by several dozen more. After six or seven minutes, Stevie's chest was empty, and had returned to her normal cantaloupe size.
Becca loved her job, who wouldn't love touching massive breasts all day? But she longed to be bigger, to be fuller, to be massive. At home she would absorb fruit she brought home from the farm in her cleavage, but it wasn't the same. She never got much bigger than how she started. Tomorrow, she thought. Tomorrow I'll ask to be tested. If I do well, maybe they'll let me work during the next harvest season. The thought excited her, and she fell into an excited sleep.
There are a few different jobs on the farm. The most coveted is being a Harvester. Harvesters go out into the fields or orchards and pluck crops from the earth or the trees and slip them into their cleavage for transport. These women often grow to massive sizes and are connected to the ancestors of Sien that created the magic. The legends say that the ancestors used old magic to allow the busts of their women to store food and water so they could better survive as hunter/gathers. The Harvesters carry on this tradition and do so proudly, many often get tattoos just below collarbones (placed so that the ink won't stretch out).
Another job on the farm is being a Tanker. Tankers are some of the biggest women on the farm. Most are retired Harvesters, and are used to swelling to gigantic proportions. Tankers arrive before sunrise, and soak their breasts in the reservoir, filling them to capacity. Some of the more experienced Tankers can store 4,000 gallons in their breasts, each one being about twelve feet around and eight feet long when they're filled. Tankers work in teams of three. When a tanker goes into the field, the one filled with water sits upon the back of a horse, riding backwards, with each of her breasts in their own cart. One of the unfilled tankers leads the horse, and the other rides with the massive juggs, milking them to water the plants as the swollen mammaries roll past. Even unfilled, most of the tankers walk around with watermelons swinging from their chests, most swaying past their waists and knocking against their thighs.
New girls, and a few men, often start out as Milkers. They help remove the produce from the Harvesters, and occasionally help to drain the tankers if problems arise. Most of these girls have small boobs, few having anything larger than a good-sized orange.